Why Me Lord
He wrote the lyrics to the songs
a thousand singers sing.
He stood alone at life’s crossroads
and felt the church bells ring.
He taught me how the feelings feel
he helped me hear the sound.
Of the bottom of a bottle
from Sunday morning coming down.
With pockets full of empty
not so sure that dreams come true.
Paper folded in his boots
to keep the ground from coming through.
Playing dingy honky Tonks
drawn to the neon light.
The beer that chased the whiskey down,
helped make it through the night.
No longer is he overlooked,
down on music city row.
The devil will never claim his soul
cause music won’t let him go.
A million miles of memories
a legend comes of age.
People come from far and wide
to see him take the stage.
Silver linings in the words he sings
and silver in his hair.
He sings of all the yesterdays.
He knows cause he was there.
An attitude of gratitude he remembers every chord.
Stopping on the way to ask
please tell me Why Me Lord.
Edwin C Hofert
Why Me Lord
8/14/19
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